In
between us
Like a bed crumb
Ruffles open
On behest
Token lyrics
Mark the silence
Of a necklace
Like a title
On a forehand
Or the entrance
Of a tomb
Have you noticed
All the sparrows
Light as rosebuds
Poor as butter
Bright and florid
Warm as June
Do they know it’s
Their indelible
Stain on nature
When they crush
A sweet bilberry
They don't worry
About their blouses
Nor their edible
Ontological dilemma
They just sing and fly
and mudbathe
They just puff their little breasts
Do they suffer in a sunbeat
Do they die a second death?
So this gap is
Thin between us
Like a magnet
On a spanner
Should we ring
Like bells for Jesus
Should we boing
Our lily hammers?
2017
Pic, Marina Shakleina
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